Lyrics War (feat. PopFromThaBlokk) - Mike Mills

I hope you been reading your scriptures and your Psalms
Because if you want war with me bitch you better be armed
Because my shooters at the gate and they weapons is drawn
The Bible say no weapons shall prosper or evil be formed
But the devil's on my shoulder and he riding along
I'm a Flight One Nigga with the Flow of God
I put fear in niggas heart when I'm spitting them bars
And if Smoke is what you want we it gotta free of charge
Jay Bird said get them so i got to
Shoot at these actors like Mook and his camera do
They say they getting money but that can't be true
Because all the fiends on the block said ya work was foo
Didn't you niggas hear Dying Down
Mills and PopFromTheBlokk boy we mastered this sound
The Art Of War for you might be a new concept
But I Know The Game Like a Grizzled Vet

Cuz The losers get Tied Up and Shackled in Chains
And the Winners The Streets Remember they names
This is Warfare Put Your Middle Finger Up
This is Warfare you know we don't give a fuck

Cuz The Losers Get Beaten, Buried and Stained
It Ain't Personal my nigga this is Part of the game
This Is Warfare Nigga Throw Them Four's Up
This is Warfare you know that we don't give a fuck

This is war
Put ya hard hat on
Head on swivel
Cuz they'll get you
Any corner you on
Pay ya mans to come get you
He disguised as your dog
Yea you heard right
Jus the type shit they be on
Yea the game foul
Prolly why I chose to bow out
Know who I need to know
I ain't really one for the crowds
It be too much goin on
And then you hear something loud
My dog rumbled to floor
But never got off the ground
Still keep it on me
The war endless
Even though if you ask me
The war senseless
Couple comrades behind the fences
So my guard up ready to kill whatever tried
To come through the entrances
The automatic millie
It came wit titties
I send them at you quickly
Then I skirt like I came wit titties
You niggas ain't built for the bars
Made the best out the worst
When I learn to stitch my scars

Cuz The losers get Tied Up and Shackled in Chains
And the Winners The Streets Remember they names
This is Warfare Put Your Middle Finger Up
This is Warfare you know we don't give a fuck

Cuz The Losers Get Beaten, Buried and Stained
It Ain't Personal my nigga this is Part of the game
This Is Warfare Nigga Throw Them Four's Up
This is Warfare you know that we don't give a fuck

Yo Pop
These new niggas is hoes
Never stood on the block
Never seen an O
Never Held They Mans Down
Never Lived By The Code
Real Niggas Boss Up And Keep Our Pockets on Swole
I'm a Boulevard Braveheart
Southside Representa
D Rhodes said tuck your thumb in if you a real nigga
My young niggas spin the block and chop you up like a blender
You a protein pack with a sea moss filler
Roll these niggas up like swishers
Make they grandmom's miss em
My you choke on your breath if you say my name with venom
Bitch I'm God Body Mills with the heart of a sinner
Lord Forgive me for my ways I just wanted to be a real Nigga
Keep my family straight
Make sure my brothers ate
And all those that oppose put they head on a plate
Never fooled with these niggas why I would I start today
This the Art Of War Nigga what more can I say

Cuz The losers get Tied Up and Shackled in Chains
And the Winners The Streets Remember they names
This is Warfare Put Your Middle Finger Up
This is Warfare you know we don't give a fuck

Cuz The Losers Get Beaten, Buried and Stained
It Ain't Personal my nigga this is Part of the game
This Is Warfare Nigga Throw Them Four's Up
This is Warfare you know that we don't give a fuck